ChiKat

We drove past the dream house – it is in much better condition that we thought. It has an eviction notice on the door, which makes us suspect that the bank owns the property and wants to get rid of it, which explains the low price. I'm sure it still needs work, but it needs much less work than we were expecting.

It is two houses from the Eisenhower…which means that the traffic noise is INSANELY loud. There is a constant roar.

I grew up a block from I-55, so the noise didn't faze me, but within five minutes my husband was twitchy. I really think, despite being a city boy his entire life, my husband really belongs in the country with no neighbors for 100 miles. I'm sure he would take that as a compliment.

I know this makes me sounds like a total patsy, but the eviction notice made me sad. I felt that by thinking about buying the home (for such a great price!), I was taking advantage of someone else's misfortune.

All in all, the dream house wasn't totally perfect, but we are going to see if we can set up an appointment to view the place. I still don't think it will be available by the time we sell our place, but it has been on the market for awhile, so maybe there really is a chance that we can own this home.

90% of me is convinced it's not going to work out because selling our condo will take awhile. 5% of me is convinced that my husband will go insane from the traffic noise so the dream house really isn't a good fit for us. The final 5% thinks we will LIVE THERE FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES. No pressure or anything.